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I made a several changes to the beginning of the story and a handful through the rest. I've added a significant new part and I think this may be turning towards the fantasy rather than something that could happen... I may go back and alter the new bathing scene later, I am not sure yet. Tell me what y'all think!
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From the (rewritten) start:
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Your head started to nod, and your chin brushed your chest for the dozenth time since you settled into your bath. Your eyelids drooped and your breathing evened out. The world just went a little hazer. The warm water soothed your body and relaxed you into sleep after a long day of errands like dropping off clothes at Goodwill and taking your car to the mechanic's. The last thing you heard was the light, occasional drip from the faucet. Your last though was that you really needed to do something nice for Stacy, since she picked you up from the mechanic's when your boyfriend bailed at the last minute.
After cutting the telephone lines, just in case, the burglar made his way into the backyard. Once he found the kitchen door, he set to work. With a small piece of duct tape, the burglar silences the breaking of glass when his elbow hits the pane next to the door lock. The large man pulled the shattered glass and duct tape mess out of the way so he could reach in and unlock the deadbolt. The latch turned and the knob quickly followed.
The outside light was off, and the only light inside is a small night light in the kitchen. The robber quietly walked around the living room and peers up the stairs to see if there is any light. He noted that there was no alarm panel in sight.
The irony was, the man would not have broken in if there was a car in the driveway. He saw the young woman leave, and since it was nearing eleven, he doubted that she would be back before he was done. After all, she had a pretty big travel bag and some clothes on hangers.
With no visible light on the second floor, the man turned to flip on a light in the kitchen. A nice sized TV sat in the corner of the living room, which the burglar planned on getting later. It was actually the reason he chose this house. No car, big TV visible through the window, what more could a guy ask for? He glanced at the calendar by the doorway into the living room and noticed that this weekend was labeled "My time to myself!" He figured that you were on a vacation to the beach for the weekend, or something.
Jewelry will be upstairs, most likely in a nice easy to carry box, he thought to himself. That thought lead him back to the stairway. Confidently, he mounted the stairs and headed right on up to the two bedrooms at the top. The bathroom was tucked back a short hallway, out of line with the stairs. The bathroom door was closed and a little light shown out from the bottom of the doorway. The man froze. He listened and strained to hear anything from behind the door.
Nothing...
Not even a hint of noise came through to door to the man's ear. The large man frowned to himself. Figuring that she just forgot a light, he eased the door open and looked in through a narrow crack...
The first thing he saw when he opened the door was a sink covered in random female knick knacks and beauty products...
The second was your naked sleeping form bathed in a languorous fog from the hot bath. With every slow breath your nipples jut through the water's surface, giving a teasing image of what lay beneath, obscured by water. Your light blond hair was loosely tied back, giving your chin and cheekbones a more up swept appearance. Your dreams must have been pleasant, because your lips slightly curved upwards. Your long legs were bent and leaning on the side of the tub, allowing just the briefest look at your knees before vanishing again into the water.
The burglar stepped back and swore to himself. This was an unforeseen wrinkle in his plans. He frowned to himself as he turned towards the bedrooms. He checked in them as silently as he could, and found a home office, the other was a woman's bedroom. There was not a stray tie or pair of guy's shoes to be seen amidst the collection in the open closet.
The burglar spotted a heavy truck in the bottom of the closet, unlocked, with a little strip of leather hanging out. Momentarily forgetting the woman in the bathroom, he approached the closet and lifted the lid to the trunk. Cuffs, SM toys, and a good deal of rope were all that was in the box. He smiled a little and picked out the cuffs to look them over. They were basic leather cuffs with a short steel chain attaching them, but they had an interesting twist... they locked rather than buckled closed. There was a collection of keys and locks in a small box under the cuffs.
This girl is kinky, he thought to himself. He tested a key in the padlocks, and after it worked, he slipped the key in his jeans pocket. He grabbed a gag before he turned back towards the hallway. As quietly as he could in the gloom, he made his way back to the bathroom door. He looked in again just to make sure that the girl had not awoke...
Her head was turned from when he last looked in. All he could see of her was the loose bun on the back of her head, and an occasional nipple breaking the water. He eased the door open and silently walked over to the edge of the tub. Looking down at the nude young woman, he smiled cruelly to himself. She was quite attractive, and the thought of her waking up to what was coming had his cock pressing against his jeans. He was in luck, her hands were folded together already, so all he had to do was gently slide the leather cuffs around her wrists. He moved slowly so as not to stir the beauty's sleep. Once the cuffs were in place and the padlocks sealed under the warm water, he rudely grabbed the girl's bun and yanked her up out of the water by her hair...
A warm relaxing dream was brought to a screaming halt by pain in the back of your head. Your feet found the tub and you stood instinctively to keep from losing your hair to the insistent pulling. A scream started to tear from your lips as your eyes sprang open to look at the wall of your shower, but a leather ball gag was stuffed in, muffling your cry as soon as you started. You heard it latch with a sinking feeling. It had to be one of your small padlocks, you recognized the sound.
The hand in your hair pulled you backwards, which forced you to stumble back over the edge of the tub and onto the cold tile floor. Who ever was manhandling you kept you face away from him, and your mirror, leaving you in the dark about who this could be. You had not arranged anything recently with anyone from the community, and your mind spun trying to guess who would have access to your house and be confident enough with you to surprise you with something like this. You came up empty, which frightened you to your core, leaving you shivering with more than cold once you stepped out into the hallway.
He pushed the girl forward by her hair, down the short hall towards her bedroom. He looked his prize over, and watched the way her ass moved as she stumbled and walked. Her cries were muffled by the gag, but she still made little mewling noises that made his soul growl like a caged beast. He slapped the girl's ass to make her move faster, which made her struggle for a moment, until he tightened his grip on her hair and lifted, pulled her to her tiptoes through sheer strength. He slapped her twice more, hard enough to leave a hand print, before allowing her feet to lower. He pushes once again, and this time, she walks faster.
He directed the woman to her own toy chest and said in a low whisper, "Get out a blindfold and put it on. If you turn and look at me, I will kill you."
You stood there for a few heartbeats, unsure if you heard him correctly. Your pause was too long for him, and the slap on your still sore ass motivated you to move. Immediately you knelt by your old steamer trunk your grandmother gave you, and rummaged around for the leather blindfold.
While you awkwardly tried to tie it on while cuffed, you thought to yourself, This is the first time I've used this blindfold! I just bought it last week.
Eventually you managed to get the strap of leather around your eyes and tied tight enough that you can't see. You felt a little tug on your knot work, then a hand in your hair. Meekly, you stood up so he wouldn't nearly rip your scalp off.
He directed the girl over to her bed, and without so much as a word, tossed her on the bed. For a moment or two, he looked the girl over, admiring the way she laid on the sheets, how her arms automatically bent to protect her chest, and how she made an entertaining squeak when she landed. He liked the sight of her little round ass sticking up in the air as she lay on her belly. He reached down and pinched her ass before stepping away.
He glanced around the room to take stock. There was more than enough around to make the night interesting. The trunk contained many more toys than just the bondage equipment that happened to have been on top. After it had been rummaged through, things like the crop were exposed. He sauntered over to the closet and picked it out, since the handle offered itself nicely. When he turned back, he noticed for the first time that the bed, a nice four post beauty, had bolted on restraint points, and the on at the foot of the bed still had a cuff attached from some other playtime.
Casually, he dropped the crop on the sheets near the girl, then griped her left ankle firmly. He forcefully pulled her down the bed so her foot is close enough. The cuff fit easily around her limb and the dark fur even looked nice when contrasted with her skin. Just to provoke a reaction, he trailed a finger up the girl's foot, which caused her to squeal behind the gag and twist around fast. He thief laughed. He said in a rough whisper, "Sensitive, little freak? Yes, I can easily tell by looking around your room that you are a freak..."
He chuckled to himself as he walked back over to the toy box. This time he got out some of the soft red nylon rope, which he tied deftly through the bolt at the headboard of the bed. It was not hard to capture the girl's right foot and stretch her legs open wide, leaving her helplessly exposed. He tied her right foot off to the headboard and made sure to test the knots just to be safe. He stepped back and looked over his bound prisoner. Just as he though...
The pinching of your ass was not shocking, but being drug across your bed to be cuff by your ankle was. However it was no where near as much of a surprise as the light tickle. Unprepared for this, you squeal what would have been a string of swear words that would have made sailors blush. A few moments later, you hear him speak, and for just a heartbeat you feel embarrassed about your ass thrust up into the air. With a grunt, you fought the feeling down with anger, and decided to ignore his commentary.
That's why it surprised you when he grabbed your ankle and stretched your legs out. You didn't even get a chance to resist, and by the time you had thought to, he was done binding you. You felt your muscles strain with the stretch, the edge of the bed that ran the length of your inner thighs, and a light breeze that made the small trimmed patch of hair move. You were wet. This realization hit you like a ton of bricks and that is when shame roared through you. You felt your checks light up as you blushed uncontrollably, and a couple of tears rolled out from under the blindfold.
"I take back my earlier comment," The burglar whispered roughly, "You are not a freak, you're a slut. Look at how wet you are, and I have not done anything to you but tie you up! Let's see if you're still able to squirm, slut." He stepped right between her legs and with the tip of his finger, slowly teased the edges of the girl's pussy lips. His touch is deft and easy as it glides over her slick flesh. He doesn't part her lips, just merely toyed with the edges as her hips vibrated and lifted a few fractions of an inch off the bed in helpless desire.
"A little movement, and your ass thrust nicely into the air. Good, and definitely soaked. You really dig this bondage stuff, ehh slut?" As the thief spoke, he reached over and picked up the tossed aside riding crop. He wasn't about to tell this girl that he has more than a little experience with these games, on both sides of the ropes. He knew what he was going with most toys. This time though, he wasn't feeling to nice about their use. He flicks the flat head of the crop against the girl's left thigh, instantly leaving a red mark. The girl arched her back as she squealed in pain through her gag. He did the same thing to her right thigh, then back to the left, repeating the process till her legs were red from knee to ass and the girl was sobbing loudly despite the bit of leather between her teeth... or was that moaning? It was hard to tell with the gag on her.
Once he had clearly demonstrated his advantage over the girl, he slid two fingers into her vagina. It was easy enough, the girl was literally dripping on the bed. He twisted his fingers around till he could massage her front wall which was a little awkward for him, since she was on her front. He kept the pace slow at first, barely moving the tips of his fingers back and forth as the girl's hips rose sharply off the bed and flexed an invitation to him. He commented, "Definitely a pain slut... look at your hips work, even that stretched out. Are you about to cum, girl?"
The pain and pleasure mixed swiftly in your mind. The stinging of a crop all along your thighs hurt for a moment, but every strip of pain set your libido up one more notch. You're bodies reaction was a betrayal of everything you needed it to be right now. When his fingers plunged in, you nearly orgasmed, despite how hard you were trying not to.
His whisper, harsh and low, cut through you like a knife, cruel and sharp. You knew it was only a matter of time as he played with your body before you came... but he couldn't know that. He couldn't win. You shook your head back and forth, barely feeling the light soft blanket brushing by your face. No... you were not going to cum. No... this wasn't happening... it wasn't supposed to be a reality, but your body reacted just as it would have in any other scene.
A couple more rubs and he found your g-spot. He brushed it again and again... before you knew it your hips were arching back, thrusting your ass high into the air as you cam, hard. Your teeth clenched into the leather gag as your muscles seized up and shook. The world seems to tilt and shift in new ways. In that instant, you knew that he had changed something in you.
The girl passed out after arching hard into her bonds. The burglar withdrew his fingers from her snatch. He looked at them for a moment as the low light glittered off her juices. He wiped his hand off, and looks at the passed out girl on the bed. He thought for a moment, then reached up and undid her gag. After popping it out, he walked back over to the toy chest. With a little rummaging, he came out with a Hitachi, some more rope, candles, and an egg. He dropped the armload of stuff on the bed by the girl's still form, then picked up the crop again.
The snap of the crop on your bare, unprotectable pussy jolted you awake. After the powerful orgasm, you were even more sensitive than usual, which is saying something. The snaps came close together and hard, a relentless, very wet slapping sound filled the dim bedroom, along with your moans and cries. It wasn't time he stopped cropping that you finally realized that he ungagged you.
"Please! No more. Please stop... I'll let you have anything, just please let me go! Please don't hurt me!" You lost track of what you said as the words jumbled and rushed out of your mouth. You couldn't stop yourself from rambling on and on. It wasn't till he snapped the crop against your wet pussy much harder than before that you were finally able to stop. Your cheeks burned from shame just as much as your pussy burned and itched from his attention getter.
He spoke then, quietly. You knew that he was whispering like that to keep you from identifying him, but it did make him harder to hear, and much harder to understand. You had to listen closely just to get what he was saying.
"I like the way you plead, slut, so I will stop cropping you for now. Though judging by how wet it made you again, I doubt that is what you meant." He chuckled cruelly at his joke. "Now stretch your arms out over your head as far as you can."
You hasten to comply as your heart sinks. You knew that begging wouldn't work, but the faint hope was hard to let go of. You stretched. Your hands barely made it to the opposite edge of your king sized bed. It's not as if you were very tall, after all. You heard him move and turned to look at him, even though you were blindfolded. He walked around the foot of the bed and eventually stopped right beside your outstretched hands. You felt him grab your cuffs and pull on you just a bit more.
He used the rope to tie the girl's cuffs to the frame of the bed. It was a tight hold, made all the more by how much he tugged on her wrists to get her in place. He couldn't leave her there for long without injuring her, and he did not actually want to do that. He waited a moment and said, "Tell me where something valuable is in this house, slut."
You had no idea what to tell him. You knew he was there to rob you now, and all you could think of was your jewelery, the really good stuff in the fireproof safe. "In the top left hand drawer is my jewelery box, but there is not much to it. I do not have a lot of money!" You quivered in fear, knowing that you lied a little. You have enough to get by after the settlement, which is why you have a house with a good deal of land while your in college. Not a fortune by any stretch, but more than enough for your thriftiness.
He frowned, having not expected her to answer so soon. His eyes narrowed when her body trembled a little after she stopped talking. He walked back around the bed and opened the drawer. As expected there was a little jewelery case with some trinkets and a few finer pieces. He set the box down and said, "Good girl, some of these are of value. I will give you a reward."
His statement puzzled you for a moment, until your Hitachi hummed and pressed into your clit at nearly the same time. Your eyes sprang open under then blindfold. You jumped as far as the bonds would allow and a throaty, needy moan clawed out from your very core. His fingers spread your pussy open and the wand pressed all the harder on your helpless clit. The low vibrations felt like fire and lightning as they coursed through your entire pelvic area. Your hands opened and closed unconsciously as you twisted around. Right before you started to reach the point of no return, he switched the Hitachi off. He said, "When you can't take it anymore, you will beg to be raped, and I will oblige you. If you make it through all of this without begging, I will not rape you. I will not rape the unwilling, but I can no qualms about persuading a slut like you to be willing."
Embarrassment, anger, and need warred inside you. How dare he treat you this way? My god, what I must look like... I can feel how soaked I am... hell, I can smell out soaked I am! God, I need to be fucked! How dare he put me in this position, I'll never ask for him to fuck me! Never! The thoughts chased themselves around in your head, but for now, you remained silent.
After waiting a minute or so, he slipped the egg inside of his victim. It was one of the wireless remote kinds. He flipped it on to test it, and when the girl moaned, he flipped it back off. She made a small sound of annoyance that hinted at her desperation. He said, "You react interestingly to pain, little slut, so let's see how you do with candles. I bet you'll gasp at least once." As he spoke, he flicked his Bic on and lit one of the large candles. It was a good seven inches long and about two inches wide. He figured that it would fit in the girl's pussy if she was positioned the right way, and resolved to try that out later. For now, he let the candle melt some wax. Once a good cup of melted wax built up, he lightly drizzled some right up the girl's spine. She bit her lip to keep from giving him the satisfaction of crying out, but she couldn't stop herself from quivering.
The next large drops fell on the girl's ass cheeks and ran down to the bed. With the second she nearly gasped and he heard her sharp intake of breath. He gave the candle a moment to melt more, then started dripping it down her left leg. Eventually he got to her ankle cuff and stopped. He went back to her ass and waited once more. He knew she expected him to do the same down her other leg, but instead, he dribbled it right on her anus. The wax quickly poured down her pussy and between her lips. This time, she gasped and cried out. The hot wax hit her clit and she didn't so much scream as bark. He leaned down and lightly blew air over her pussy and anus, instantly cooling the wax. He spread her lips and with the tip of his finger, brushed the wax roughly off of the girl's clit, then off the rest of her pussy. He continued to break off the wax and brush it off her skin all the way up to her exposed anus. He said calmly, "I knew I couldn't leave it there without hurting you. Besides, it might get in the way soon." He punctuated that statement with a light caress of the girl's anus by the tip of his finger.
You bit you lip to keep from moaning as he brushed the wax back off. You tasted blood, and for some odd reason, the comment about not leaving the wax on tender skin comforted you. A tension you did not know you had been holding till now, eased in the back of your mind. This thief did not mean to truly harm you. The sudden jolt of contact once more to your bare anus made you blush. You couldn't help it...
His low toned whisper cut into your awareness again. "It's time to see if you're ready to beg. Beg to have the egg turned back on, slut." Embarrassment roared through you again at his cavalier order. Fear of punishment while this helpless made sure that you would comply, but your pride balked at it. You finally released your lower lip and said in a tiny, quiet voice, "Please turn on the vibrator."
He waited for for you to wrestle with yourself over compliance before he finally heard to whisper out something vague. Instantly his palm snaked forward and slapped the girl's pussy. The wet noise was loud in the quiet bedroom, and echoed a little in the still house. He forgot to whisper, but his voice was gruff and filled with annoyance, "Louder little girl! You're not allowed to whisper at me when I tell you to speak."
His response to your whisper was swift. The slap made every muscle in your vagina clench up around the egg. Desire and need boiled back up to nearly orgasm level as you crowed out, "Yes Sir! Please use the egg on me! May I cum, Sir!?'
Training had kicked in. The present situation went right out of your mind as subspace closed in on your brain, and your instincts to obey took over...
He laughed, loud and harsh as he pressed the max button on the egg's remote. It hummed in it's tightly confined space loud enough to be heard at the bottom of the stairs if there was anyone there. He continued to grin to himself as the girl moaned aloud without a trace of restraint. He waited till she sounded like she was about to reach her climax and swiftly slapped her pussy once again.
That did it for you. The egg had shifted when you tightened up from the first slap and it was right over your g-spot. The second slap sent you right over the edge. You felt it as you squirted on him in your orgasm. Your cries and screams changed tone as they tore from your center to be flung out into the still night air. Every muscle in your body tightened, then relaxed completely. You doubted you could move right then, even without the ropes holding you.
The spray was a surprise. He had always dismissed squirting as a fantasy of wanting to know for sure if the woman came. He figured that any of the web videos were either of the girls pissing or it was edited in to sell more videos. The slut sprayed all over his jeans and some even made it high enough to wet his shirt. For a couple of moments all he could do was blink. Then he started to laugh. It was an honest laugh, deep and free. There was not a trace of malice or mockery this time.
Once he collected himself and stopped laughing at his own surprised reaction, He shook his head. He said in a calm low tone, "You have the entire weekend blocked off for 'alone time' on your calendar. I know I have a good deal of time with you before anyone notices. I had cut your phone line already, just because I am paranoid and don't want some security set up to trigger. I've decided to not keep you in this awkward position for the next two days, so now is a good time to let you up. Are you going to be a good girl?"
The girl replied in a meek but clearly audible tone, "Yes, I will be good." The man casually unlaced the knots on the girl's right ankle, freeing her, but leaving the rope on the bedpost. After than it was a simple matter of unlocking the rest of the cuffs to let the girl up. He grasped her hand and helped her get up to her feet. He said casually, "You were all clean, and now you've made us both dirty. Back to the bathroom, little slut."
You had to stifle a giggle and a blush at his words and his reference. It was not the first time you had squirted, but you could count the number on one hand, and still have a fair number of fingers left over. After thinking about it as he lead you blindly back to the bathroom, you resented the fact that this random guy managed to make you squirt when the only other man able to had died so suddenly after you had married him. Thinking of Master Jim always sent a little stab of heartache through your chest, and it served to distract you till the burglar picked you up as easily as a kitten. He was muscular in a workman sort of way, rather than like a gym rat. You never told your boyfriend this, but you never really did like the gym rat muscles he had worked so hard on.
The man dunked you in the bath water. It had cooled a little since you fell asleep, but not enough to be truly unpleasant. You started to protest or at least speak, when he dunked you under the water by pulling your legs up. You flailed around a little and sputtered water before he let you back up.
"Sit upright and close your eyes," he said curtly.
When the girl complied with his command, he untied her blindfold. He stood a little behind her, just in case, as he quickly lathered up her shampoo and easily worked it into her hair. He was efficient and quick. The girl relaxed a little under his fingers as he rubbed her scalp. Once done, he reached up and pulled the shower head down. It was one of those fancy ones that was connected by a long hose, so it reached her easily. He spun it on and let it spray her hair clean. He turned it back off, and flicked the drain open. As the water in the tub swirled around, he tied the blindfold back on the girl, who had sat rather still out of what he assumed was surprise.
Surprise it was indeed. No one had washed your hair before but the gals at the salon. His hands were much stronger and the massage was very pleasant. The only thing that annoyed you about it all was the cold burst of water. It caused your eyes to snap open as the cold cascaded over your hot naked flesh. You almost gave voice to your protests, but remember the punishments and his strength. You resolved to just sit still for now and when water started to drain and the blindfold was put back on, you felt a little relief at having the option of disobeying by looking at him taken away. You hated yourself for feeling relief about that, since it would mean that you still couldn't identify him, but it was what you felt.
He guided you to your feet, and you turned to step out of the tub. His hand planted itself on your chest and stopped you as surely as if you had been pushing on a stone statue. Confusion and fear suddenly leapt up in your breast and your breath caught. You sensed him move into the tub, and when the curtain skittered closed, you remembered that he was wet from your squirting. Had he taken off his clothes??
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Niccolo Machiavelli
Severities should be dealt out all at once, so that their suddenness may give less offense; benefits ought to be handed out drop by drop, so that they may be relished the more.
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